Oh, Goddammit.
While making out the short list of folks to get holiday cards, I had this niggling feeling I was forgetting someone.
I was trying to save spots back for my grandparents and my uncle Jim.
Christ. It's like stubbing a mental toe.
At least it's no longer "Mom and Dad." It's just Dad. I can fucking remember that much.
Feh.
I'm really not ready for Christmas this year. My internal clock thinks it's 10 in the morning, sometime in August.
I'm only barely on the ball enough to make simple gifts, and a self-produced card isn't going to happen unless I get some truly badass pictures tomorrow. Some friends are dragging me out (thank GOD) to go to the Philbrook for the annual orgy of Christmas trees and gingerbread houses. I'm not even in the mood to put up the tree, even though that would be a very quick way to get good pictures of the cats.
It's not that I'm not feeling that festive spirit. I so totally am. I'm just bloody tired!
It's okay. December isn't for a couple of days. I usually don't hit Christmas panic mode until after the month turns over. There's still a chance for me to contract a raging case of holiday spirit.
Preferably after rubbing myself up against a dirty, dirty reindeer boy with a--
Oh, I am so not finishing that thought.
I'm going to bed!
I was trying to save spots back for my grandparents and my uncle Jim.
Christ. It's like stubbing a mental toe.
At least it's no longer "Mom and Dad." It's just Dad. I can fucking remember that much.
Feh.
I'm really not ready for Christmas this year. My internal clock thinks it's 10 in the morning, sometime in August.
I'm only barely on the ball enough to make simple gifts, and a self-produced card isn't going to happen unless I get some truly badass pictures tomorrow. Some friends are dragging me out (thank GOD) to go to the Philbrook for the annual orgy of Christmas trees and gingerbread houses. I'm not even in the mood to put up the tree, even though that would be a very quick way to get good pictures of the cats.
It's not that I'm not feeling that festive spirit. I so totally am. I'm just bloody tired!
It's okay. December isn't for a couple of days. I usually don't hit Christmas panic mode until after the month turns over. There's still a chance for me to contract a raging case of holiday spirit.
Preferably after rubbing myself up against a dirty, dirty reindeer boy with a--
Oh, I am so not finishing that thought.
I'm going to bed!